Me or Your Boyfriend?

It was a simple truth, but it hit her like a slap. Her mouth opened, then closed, and she looked down at the floor again, flustered. The tiles were scuffed and worn, a dull gray that matched the tension settling between us. 

This time, instead of following her gaze to her body, I let my eyes wander around the room. The flickering light overhead, the faint smell of stale beer lingering in the air—it all felt oddly comforting.

Hm. This is nice.

And then I saw it. Right in front of me: a motel. The sign glowed faintly in the night, promising shelter—and something more. My lips curled into a small grin as the pieces clicked into place.

…

..

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"Ha!"

Ding-ding—

The bell above the motel door jingled as we stepped inside. The sound was sharp, cutting through the quiet hum of the night. The air inside was warm, tinged with the faint scent of cheap air freshener.